Maid

Maid Plot Summary

Introduction

In the quiet corners of America, where dust gathers on windowsills and forgotten spaces hide the intimate details of strangers' lives, Stephanie Land moved through homes as an invisible witness. As a single mother struggling with poverty, she took on the arduous work of cleaning houses to provide for her young daughter Mia. What began as a desperate means of survival transformed into a profound journey that illuminated the harsh realities faced by millions of Americans living on the economic margins - those who clean our homes, care for our children, and serve our food while barely making ends meet themselves. Land's experience unfolds against the backdrop of post-recession America, where the myth of upward mobility through hard work collided with the brutal reality of low wages, inadequate social safety nets, and the stigma attached to government assistance. Through her story, we gain intimate insight into the physical toll of domestic labor, the psychological burden of economic insecurity, and the fierce determination of a mother fighting to create a better life for her child. Her journey reveals not just the struggle to survive poverty, but the resilience required to maintain dignity in a system that often seems designed to strip it away, and ultimately, the power of hope and education to transform even the most challenging circumstances.

Chapter 1: From Dreams to Desperation: The Path to Homelessness

Stephanie Land's journey into poverty and homelessness began with a shattered dream. At twenty-eight, she had plans to attend the University of Montana's creative writing program, longing to become a writer. Instead, a summer romance with Jamie resulted in an unexpected pregnancy, and her life took a dramatic turn. When she decided to keep the baby, Jamie's initial tenderness quickly transformed into rage and resentment. What followed was a relationship marked by emotional abuse and instability, with Jamie often unleashing angry outbursts that left Stephanie terrified for herself and her baby daughter, Mia. The breaking point came when Mia was seven months old. After Jamie punched a hole through their door during an explosive argument, Stephanie called a domestic violence hotline and then the police. This moment of crisis became a pivotal turning point – one that propelled her out of an abusive relationship but also into homelessness. With nowhere else to go, Stephanie briefly stayed with her father and stepmother, but tensions there quickly mounted. In a heartbreaking scene, she overheard her father sobbing outside one night, overwhelmed by the financial strain of supporting his daughter and granddaughter. Feeling unwelcome and increasingly desperate, Stephanie began calling homeless shelters. She found temporary refuge in a small cabin operated by the housing authority, designated for those without homes. There, in that sparse space with room for only one bag of belongings and a single basket of toys for Mia, they began their new life. The cabin became the setting for one of Mia's milestones – her first steps, taken the day before her first birthday, across a floor that Stephanie scrubbed but could never get truly clean. The reality of homelessness brought bureaucratic hurdles that consumed Stephanie's days. She described being "overwhelmed by how much work it took to prove I was poor," as she navigated complex assistance applications, waited in long lines, and endured scrutiny from caseworkers. Each form required detailed documentation of her poverty, each interaction a potential humiliation. Despite these challenges, she maintained a determination to create some semblance of normalcy for Mia, hanging a calendar of appointments on the wall and trying to make the shelter feel like home. Stephanie's experience in the homeless shelter revealed the paradoxical nature of assistance programs. While they provided crucial support, they also imposed strict rules that felt punitive – random urinalysis tests, inspections, curfews, and constant monitoring. "Being poor, living in poverty, seemed a lot like probation—the crime being a lack of means to survive," she observed. This insight captured the fundamental indignity of a system that treated poverty as a moral failing rather than the result of systemic inequalities and personal circumstances beyond one's control. Throughout this period, Stephanie clung to fragments of hope. She organized a first birthday party for Mia at a local park, inviting Jamie like a "normal co-parenting couple." This attempt at normalcy highlighted the gap between her aspirations for family life and the harsh reality she faced. As she prepared to move from the shelter to transitional housing, she stood in the doorway of their cabin, taking in "what I had survived," recognizing it as "the fragile place of our beginning" – a moment that marked both an ending and the first step toward rebuilding their lives.

Chapter 2: Invisible Labor: Life as a Domestic Worker

Stephanie's entry into domestic work began with desperation rather than choice. After a brief period in transitional housing, she secured a job with a small, unregulated cleaning company run by a woman named Jenny. The work paid poorly – $10 an hour under the table – and offered no guarantees of consistent hours. Her coworkers included women like Angela, who lived in a condemned house without running water or electricity, stealing sponges and snacks from clients' homes to get by. This early experience gave Stephanie her first glimpse into the precarious existence of domestic workers, many of whom were single mothers barely surviving on meager wages. When Stephanie later joined Classic Clean, a more established company, she discovered the physical toll of professional cleaning. Houses that appeared spotless to casual observers revealed their grime to those tasked with scrubbing them clean. She learned to move methodically through spaces – left to right, top to bottom – tackling everything from shower scum and toilet stains to greasy stovetops and moldy windowsills. The work damaged her body: nerve damage in her spine prevented her from properly gripping brushes with her dominant hand, her knees ached from crawling across floors, and she popped ibuprofen "around the clock" to manage the pain. Without health insurance, injuries and illness became not just physical burdens but financial threats. The invisibility of domestic workers formed a central aspect of Stephanie's experience. She entered homes while owners were away, leaving only the evidence of vacuumed carpet lines and polished surfaces behind. "My job was to wipe away dust and dirt and make lines in carpets, to remain invisible," she observed. This invisibility extended beyond physical presence – clients rarely knew her name, often referring to her simply as "the cleaning service" or "MAID" on their calendars. Those who were home during her visits sometimes walked past her as if she weren't there, holding private conversations or making phone calls as though no other human were present. Yet despite this invisibility, Stephanie became an intimate witness to her clients' lives. She saw evidence of alcoholism, marital troubles, depression, loneliness, and other struggles hidden from public view. She noticed the bottles of medications that lined bathroom counters, the unopened shopping bags that gathered dust, and the untouched exercise equipment that testified to abandoned resolutions. "I'd learn what they ate for breakfast, what shows they watched, if they'd been sick and for how long," she reflected. "I'd know them in a way few people did, or maybe ever would." This paradoxical combination of invisibility and intimate knowledge created a strange one-sided relationship with the people whose most private spaces she maintained. The most challenging cleaning jobs revealed the extreme disparities between Stephanie's life and those of her clients. The "move-out clean" of a filthy trailer tested her resolve, as she confronted congealed food, crystallized urine, and mold so severe she had to step outside several times for fresh air. Standing in the rain, she shouted into the trees, "They don't pay me enough for this!" – a rare moment when her stoic exterior cracked under the weight of being asked to perform degrading work for minimal compensation. Yet she returned to finish the job, knowing she couldn't afford to lose even this meager income. Throughout her time as a maid, Stephanie struggled with the contrast between her clients' affluence and her own poverty. She cleaned spacious homes with bay windows and professional kitchens while living in cramped spaces with her daughter. She dusted vacation photos and expensive electronics while unable to afford basic necessities. Yet occasionally, clients like Henry, who gifted her lobsters for dinner, and the woman who left scented candles with notes saying "Thought you might like a good-smelling candle for your home!" offered small acknowledgments of her humanity. These gestures stood out precisely because they were exceptions to the typical experience of invisibility that defined her work cleaning the private spaces of strangers.

Chapter 3: Navigating Government Assistance and Societal Stigma

The complex web of government assistance programs became a lifeline for Stephanie and Mia, but one that came with tremendous bureaucratic hurdles and social judgment. At one point, Stephanie found herself juggling seven different forms of assistance: food stamps (SNAP), WIC vouchers for nutritional support, Medicaid, childcare grants, energy assistance (LIHEAP), tenant-based rental assistance (TBRA), and educational grants. Each program required separate applications, documentation, interviews, and regular recertifications that consumed precious time and energy. "I was overwhelmed by how much work it took to prove I was poor," she reflected, describing the endless paperwork and long waits at government offices. The public stigma attached to receiving assistance created a constant undercurrent of shame in Stephanie's daily life. At grocery stores, she would feel eyes judging the contents of her cart when she paid with her EBT card. One older man loudly said, "You're welcome!" as if he had personally paid for her groceries. Even friends made hurtful comments, like when her longtime friend Melissa pointedly told her "You're welcome" for "my tax money" that funded Stephanie's benefits. These interactions reinforced the pervasive narrative that people receiving government assistance were lazy freeloaders taking advantage of hardworking taxpayers, rather than individuals facing temporary hardship or systemic barriers. This stigma became increasingly politicized during the recession's aftermath, when proposals for drug testing welfare recipients gained traction. Social media memes compared people on food stamps to wild animals who become dependent when fed, suggesting that assistance created dependency rather than providing necessary support during difficult times. Stephanie encountered these attitudes from her housecleaning clients as well, like Donna who complained about a Mexican family using food stamps while their children wore nice clothes. The assumption that poverty should be visible in every aspect of one's appearance – that one shouldn't have nice clothes or small luxuries while receiving assistance – created impossible standards for those struggling to maintain dignity. The assistance programs themselves often seemed designed to keep recipients in poverty rather than helping them escape it. Stephanie discovered that earning just a few dollars above the income threshold could result in losing hundreds of dollars in benefits – creating a perverse incentive against earning more. "There was no incentive or opportunity to save money," she observed. "The system kept me locked down, scraping the bottom of the barrel, without a plan to climb out of it." This trap made it nearly impossible to build the financial cushion necessary to achieve independence from the system. The irony of America's approach to poverty was not lost on Stephanie. Many of the same people who complained about government assistance opposed living wages that would reduce the need for such programs. Meanwhile, assistance levels were insufficient to cover basic needs – Stephanie's total food stamp allotment was about $200 per month, requiring careful rationing and strategic shopping. The WIC program offered specific vouchers for items like milk and eggs, but the rigid requirements (exact brand, size, and type) made using them an ordeal that often led to public humiliation when items didn't qualify. Despite these challenges, Stephanie refused to internalize the shame society attempted to impose on her. She recognized that the "welfare queen" stereotype bore little resemblance to the reality of those waiting in assistance offices – people who were "completely drained of hope, staring at the floor, waiting, sincerely needing what they asked for." Through her writing, she began challenging these narratives, showing the humanity behind the statistics and the tremendous effort required to survive in a system that seemed designed to punish poverty rather than alleviate it.

Chapter 4: The Impact of Housing Instability on Motherhood

The instability of Stephanie's housing situation profoundly shaped her experience of motherhood. From the homeless shelter cabin where Mia took her first steps to a transitional housing apartment with neighbors who struggled with addiction, to a mold-infested studio apartment above a freeway, each living situation presented unique challenges to raising a healthy, happy child. In the most cramped spaces, mother and daughter shared a twin bed, with Mia "thrashing in her sleep, kicking me, flailing her arms." During winter months in the studio apartment, they retreated to a single room to conserve heat, sleeping on a fold-out love seat while frost covered the windows and black mold spread along the walls. These living conditions directly impacted Mia's health. The mold in their studio apartment caused persistent respiratory problems, with Mia suffering from constant sinus infections, ear infections, and coughing that kept them both awake at night. When a pediatrician examined Mia and asked about their living conditions, her response cut Stephanie to the core: "She needs you to do better." This statement, though perhaps well-intentioned, failed to acknowledge the systemic barriers that prevented Stephanie from providing better housing despite working full-time. When the doctor suggested they needed to move, Stephanie's anguished response – "I can't. I can't afford anything else" – captured the impossible situation faced by working parents trapped in poverty. The emotional toll of housing instability extended beyond physical health concerns. Mia experienced significant stress during transitions between homes and when traveling between her mother's residence and her father's for weekend visits. After particularly difficult weekends with her father, who Stephanie believed manipulated Mia emotionally, the child would return "inconsolable, and I'd hold her for hours, her body stiff with rage and agony, a mess of hot tears and screams until it wore her voice and energy down." These transitions became increasingly traumatic as Mia grew older and more aware of the differences between her living situations. Despite these challenges, Stephanie worked tirelessly to create moments of normalcy and joy for Mia. She transformed their time together on weekends into adventures – visiting beaches, exploring parks, building forts at home – all activities that required minimal expense. "Those weekends, that still life with Mia, was what I'd look back on with the most nostalgia," she reflected. She read to her daughter every night, marked special occasions with small celebrations, and found creative ways to stretch their limited resources to provide small treats like occasional trips for ice cream that Mia dubbed "Ice Cream for Dinner." The constraints of poverty forced difficult parenting choices that added to Stephanie's guilt. She often had to send Mia to daycare despite illness because missing work meant losing income they couldn't afford to lose. When Mia needed ear tube surgery, Stephanie had to return to work immediately rather than staying home to care for her recovering child. The crushing weight of these impossible choices was captured in her reflection: "My ability to earn wages was the only thing that mattered to us now. Once, I stood at the entrance to the day care, holding Mia's clammy toddler hand. I knew that she needed me. She needed us to be home, but I couldn't explain that I might lose my job if I stayed home with her, and what that could mean for us." Perhaps most poignantly, Stephanie struggled with the awareness that Mia's childhood differed dramatically from the one she wished she could provide. She longed to give her daughter "a house with a fenced backyard and a cement patio or sidewalk for hopscotch," while Mia asked for "a sandbox and swings like they had at school." Instead, they lived in spaces where Mia couldn't run freely or make noise without disturbing neighbors. Yet through it all, Stephanie maintained a fierce determination that their situation was temporary: "This wasn't the life I wanted for us, but it was the one we had for now. It won't always be this way." This promise to herself and to Mia fueled her continued pursuit of education and better opportunities, even when the path forward seemed impossibly difficult.

Chapter 5: Finding Dignity Amid Struggle and Judgment

In a society that often equates financial status with personal worth, Stephanie fought a daily battle to maintain her dignity. The nature of her work as a maid placed her in homes where the contrast between her clients' affluence and her own poverty was impossible to ignore. She cleaned expansive houses with bay windows overlooking the ocean while living in a cramped studio apartment; she dusted expensive electronics she could never afford; she wiped down refrigerators stocked with gourmet food while stretching her food stamps to the end of the month. Yet rather than growing bitter, she developed a nuanced perspective on wealth and happiness, noting that many of her wealthy clients seemed no happier than she was, despite their material advantages. The constant judgment from others threatened to erode Stephanie's sense of self-worth. At her daughter's daycare, she felt the sideways glances from two-parent families with their expensive strollers and well-packed diaper bags. When she attended a parents' night at the preschool, other mothers treated her as an oddity, asking her about assistance programs for a recently divorced friend while sharing tone-deaf stories about their own brief experiences with financial difficulty. These interactions reinforced her isolation, making her reluctant to form friendships with people who couldn't understand her daily reality. Perhaps most painfully, Stephanie encountered judgment from her own family. Her mother, who had moved to Europe with a new husband, maintained an emotional distance that deepened Stephanie's sense of abandonment. When she tried to suggest they spend time together without her stepfather, her mother replied, "I just don't think that would be appropriate," prioritizing her new marriage over her relationship with her struggling daughter. Even her father, though occasionally supportive, created additional trauma when he kicked Stephanie and Mia out of his home during their time of greatest need. After a car accident that nearly injured Mia, Stephanie's father berated her for posting about it on social media rather than offering comfort or practical help. "I don't think you should talk about it at all," he snapped, concerned about insurance implications rather than his daughter's emotional state. These moments of familial rejection left Stephanie feeling profoundly alone in her struggle, with "no one to swoop in" during times of crisis. The absence of family support meant she had no safety net beyond the inadequate government assistance programs. Despite these external judgments, Stephanie refused to internalize the shame society attempted to impose on her. She recognized that poverty was not a moral failing but the result of systemic inequalities and personal circumstances beyond her control. When people commented on her situation with variations of "I don't know how you do it," she understood that surviving poverty wasn't about extraordinary ability but about having no other choice: "It was never a matter of 'how' I did things. I'm sure any parent would do the same." Throughout her journey, Stephanie found dignity in small acts of agency and self-determination. She saved for months to buy herself a titanium ring with a tension-set diamond – not waiting for a man to provide one. "I needed to make a commitment to myself. To trust in my innate strength. I could do this, all of this, just fine on my own," she explained. She took pride in her cleaning work despite its low status, recognizing the skill and endurance it required. She celebrated small victories, like selling baseball tickets she received from a client and using the money to treat Mia to a Happy Meal. Perhaps most importantly, Stephanie maintained her identity as a writer even when it seemed like an impossible dream. She started a blog called "Still Life with Mia" to document beautiful moments with her daughter amid the struggle. This creative outlet became "a lifeline I'd been craving, an outlet for words and pictures, a way to cut through the stress and fear of my life and focus on what I loved most—my daughter and writing." Through writing, she not only preserved her dignity but began to find her voice as an advocate for others trapped in similar circumstances – transforming her personal struggle into a powerful testimony about American poverty.

Chapter 6: The Tipping Point: Breaking Free from the Cycle

After years of barely surviving, Stephanie reached a critical turning point when the physical and emotional toll of her circumstances became unbearable. Her daughter's persistent health problems, exacerbated by black mold in their studio apartment, culminated in a pediatrician's devastating assessment: "She needs you to do better." Though the doctor's words cut deeply, they also crystallized what Stephanie already knew – their living situation was making Mia sick, and continuing as they were wasn't sustainable. When another ear infection required surgery for Mia, Stephanie recognized that temporary solutions were no longer sufficient. The first glimmer of possibility came when Stephanie discovered a two-bedroom apartment above a garage with a stunning view of the bay. Although it was well beyond her budget, she took a risk and emailed the owners, Kurt and Alice, proposing to trade cleaning and landscaping services for reduced rent. To her surprise, they agreed, and the arrangement initially seemed like the answer to her prayers. Mia had space to play, neighbors to befriend, and for the first time, they lived in a home without mold. "Being in that house made me feel as though I'd witnessed love in its truest form," Stephanie reflected about visiting Kurt and Alice's home. "They had so much that it came spilling out of their open garage door." However, this arrangement proved to be just another fragile stopgap. When Alice lost her job, she abruptly terminated their barter agreement, claiming dissatisfaction with Stephanie's work while disguising the real reason. Suddenly facing doubled rent, Stephanie confronted another housing crisis. This setback could have been crushing, but instead, it became the catalyst for a more radical change. Rather than scrambling for another temporary solution in Washington, Stephanie began seriously considering a move to Missoula, Montana – the place she had dreamed of living since before Mia was born. The decision to pursue this dream required tremendous courage. It meant leaving familiar surroundings, however imperfect, for an uncertain future. It meant challenging her ex-partner Jamie for permission to relocate with their daughter, risking a difficult court battle. Most significantly, it required Stephanie to believe she deserved better – to overcome the internalized shame and limited horizons that poverty had imposed on her thinking. "I had to keep an underlying faith that things would eventually get better. That life wouldn't always be a struggle," she reflected, recognizing that this faith distinguished her from others trapped in generational poverty who couldn't envision escape. Two critical developments made the move to Missoula possible. First, Stephanie received a scholarship specifically designed for survivors of domestic violence, providing crucial financial support for her education. Second, she took a scouting trip to Missoula and experienced an immediate sense of belonging that confirmed her intuition about the place. Walking through the downtown during a festival, she noticed that "oddly, everyone else was smiling, too." For the first time in years, she felt part of a community rather than isolated and judged. The actual relocation proved even more challenging than anticipated. Jamie initially threatened to tell Mia that her mother was "moving her away from me so she'll never see me again," attempting to manipulate their daughter's feelings. Upon arriving in Missoula, Mia went through a difficult adjustment period, "running from me: at home, in the grocery store, on the sidewalk, and into the street." Jamie disappeared from their lives for months, failing to participate in scheduled video chats, adding to Mia's sense of loss and confusion. Despite these challenges, Stephanie recognized the move as their breakthrough moment – the point when they stopped merely surviving and began building a future. She found work cleaning an office building and bartered cleaning services at a gymnastics center in exchange for Mia's preschool tuition. Most importantly, she enrolled in university classes, pursuing her long-deferred dream of becoming a writer. The tipping point had arrived not as a sudden windfall or dramatic rescue, but as a series of deliberate choices to pursue possibility rather than remaining trapped in scarcity.

Chapter 7: Building a Future Through Education and Writing

Education became Stephanie's pathway out of poverty, though not without significant sacrifice. Her journey began with community college classes taken while working full-time as a maid. She squeezed homework into exhausted late nights after Mia went to bed, often staying up until one or two in the morning after a physically grueling day of cleaning. When an advisor told her, "What you're trying to do here is pretty much impossible," she absorbed the statement as a challenge rather than a deterrent. The obstacles were substantial – she couldn't afford textbooks, had no time for study groups, and received no childcare assistance while attending class. The decision to take out student loans marked a pivotal turning point. Though it meant accumulating debt, it allowed Stephanie to reduce her cleaning hours and focus more on education. This choice represented a profound shift in perspective – moving from short-term survival thinking to long-term investment in her future. "Most of my life as a mother had been tiptoeing uneasily on a floor, both real and metaphorical, becoming hesitant to trust the surface at all," she reflected. Taking out loans required faith that education would eventually lead to stability, even if the path wasn't immediately clear. Writing emerged not just as Stephanie's academic focus but as a means of processing her experiences and finding her voice. She began with a blog documenting moments with Mia, which she later renamed "Still Life with Mia" to focus on capturing beauty amid struggle. This creative outlet became "a lifeline I'd been craving," allowing her to "cut through the stress and fear of my life and focus on what I loved most—my daughter and writing." Through writing, she not only preserved precious memories but began transforming her personal struggles into a powerful testimony about American poverty. The move to Missoula, Montana accelerated Stephanie's educational journey. Though initially practical considerations led her to pursue paralegal studies, her heart remained with creative writing. Reading Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist rekindled her determination to pursue her true calling despite practical obstacles. The novel's theme of following one's "Personal Legend" resonated deeply, reminding her of the writer she had always wanted to become. When she finally enrolled at the University of Montana to study English and creative writing, she was fulfilling a dream deferred for nearly six years. This educational path wasn't smooth or linear. Stephanie continued cleaning to support herself and Mia while attending classes. She bartered cleaning services at a gymnastics center in exchange for Mia's preschool tuition. She applied for scholarships, including one specifically for survivors of domestic violence, to supplement her student loans. Each step required tremendous persistence and creativity to overcome financial barriers that might have deterred someone with less determination. The culmination of this journey came into view during a symbolic hike with Mia up Mount Sentinel, the mountain overlooking the University of Montana campus. From the summit, Stephanie could see the campus where, "in two years, Mia would watch me walk across a stage to accept my diploma for a bachelor's degree in English and creative writing." This moment of perspective allowed her to see how far they had come – not just up the mountain but in their journey from homelessness to hope. Looking at Mia's confidence as they descended, Stephanie recognized that they had "made it...Not just up the mountain but to a better life." Throughout her educational journey, Stephanie maintained the belief that writing could be more than personal fulfillment – it could be a vehicle for advocacy and change. "I wonder if I could reach people with my writing," she told her domestic violence advocate, voicing an aspiration that initially seemed impractical but would ultimately prove prophetic. By sharing her experiences of poverty, domestic work, and single motherhood, she gave voice to millions of Americans whose struggles often remain invisible. Her education became not just a path to personal advancement but a means of fulfilling a larger purpose: illuminating the reality of American poverty through powerful, firsthand testimony.

Summary

Stephanie Land's journey reveals the profound contradiction at the heart of the American promise: that hard work guarantees prosperity. Despite working physically demanding jobs that left her body aching and her spirit depleted, she remained trapped in poverty, navigating a labyrinthine system of assistance programs that offered survival but made advancement nearly impossible. Her experience exposes the myth that poverty results from personal failings rather than structural barriers – a perspective that allowed society to judge her for receiving help while ignoring the systemic conditions that made such assistance necessary. Through it all, Land maintained an unwavering determination to create a better life for her daughter, refusing to accept that their circumstances defined their worth or limited their future. The most powerful lesson from Land's story is that dignity isn't determined by economic status but by how we respond to adversity and how we treat others facing similar struggles. Her experience challenges us to reconsider our assumptions about people living in poverty and receiving government assistance, to recognize the humanity behind the statistics, and to understand that most are working tremendously hard just to survive. For those experiencing similar hardships, her journey offers hope that determination and education can eventually break the cycle of poverty. For everyone else, it provides a crucial reminder that empathy rather than judgment is the appropriate response to those struggling in a system that too often fails to provide genuine pathways out of poverty. In finding her voice as both a mother and a writer, Land not only transformed her own circumstances but created a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.

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Barbara Ehrenreich

Barbara Ehrenreich was an American author and political activist. During the 1980s and early 1990s, she was a prominent figure in the Democratic Socialists of America. She was a widely read and award-winning columnist and essayist and the author of 21 books. Ehrenreich was best known for her 2001 book Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America, a memoir of her three-month experiment surviving on a series of minimum-wage jobs. She was a recipient of a Lannan Literary Award and the Erasmus Prize.

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